Day 23- Belgium

Things that my inner voice has said to me the past few days on train rides in a foreign country I now call home; (i) I wonder why there is no universal language if all the emotions we try to convey are more often than not the same with just different strings of alphabets joined…

In the future

Five years in the future, Daddy would teach her how to cycle, While mommy braided her soft hair. Ten years in the future, Daddy would teach her to ride a bike, While mommy would teach her the family recipes. Fifteen years in the future, Daddy would tell her about world politics, And mommy would teach…

Happy birthday Grandma!

So it’s my grandmother’s seventieth birthday! Old much? You know, it’s strange to think about how many experiences one goes by over the span of seventy years, and even more so, how many of them do they remember? I’m currently fourteen, and when I look at her, it’s just baffling to even think of living…

Prostitute? Human.

Her wrists bled from the tight ropes that dug into her skin making every inch of her cry out in agony and pain. Her hair fell over her face, hiding bruises behind that unrecognizable beauty. If you looked at her, you couldn’t in a million years imagine the girl who played on her daddy’s shoulders…